The lights were like beans, Luo Han stood in the room holding the lamp, and when he saw Ling Qingxiao, who was standing on the bed with an awe-inspiring posture and concentrated on cultivation, he felt quite troubled.
It's not that they never lived together in the same room before, but at that time they were either on the road or in training, and the two of them were sleeping in the cave, and they would go in and out together. However, the difference between living in the same cave and living in the same house is not small.
As the candlelight flickered, Ling Qingxiao's face was half in the light and half in the dark, and a beautiful shadow was cast on the bridge of her nose. He noticed that Luo Han was not moving, opened his eyes slowly, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Luo Han bit his head and said, "There is only one bed in the room... Then what should we do at night?"
Ling Qingxiao was obviously stunned for a moment, and he didn't realize the problem until now.
Xianjie pays attention to privacy. Even parents and relatives are very concerned about the distance between each other. The rooms in Xianjie are single-occupancy by default. But the Middle Ages were different. The Middle Ages were in the age of clans. People from a family lived together. The clan consciousness was far higher than the individual will. Families often live together and the collective relationship is very close.
Therefore, even though there are three rooms in this courtyard, there is no partition in the middle. The furniture such as bedding and dining table are large and simple, and it looks like a family style. Ling Qingxiao had never shared space with anyone, so he didn't even realize that the two of them would be in the same room at night.
How to sleep is really a big problem.
The bed is large enough to sleep four or five people side by side, and it is easy to accommodate two people. But it's not a matter of enough bed space at all, it's…
The two of them are alone and widowed, the male and female are unmarried, and they live in the same room late at night.
Luo Han stood in the hall holding the lamp, Ling Qingxiao meditated on the floor, the two of them were silent for a while, and no one spoke. After a while, Ling Qingxiao stood up from the bed and said, "I want to practice at night, so I don't need to sleep."
For immortals, it is no longer necessary to eat and sleep, but immortals also have feelings, and they are also tired. Few immortals will keep practicing like perpetual motion. Most immortals live the same life as mortals, doing things during the day, resting at night, and looking for entertainment to pass the time in their spare time.
Only Ling Qingxiao is the exception, he is the perpetual motion machine. Luo Han has been in the Immortal World for a year, and has seen many immortals before and after, but he is the only one who is so self-controlled as Ling Qingxiao.
Smart, focused and hardworking, so his performance has always beaten everyone, and his data and second place can pull a gap. Ling Qingxiao used to practice all night long before, but that was when he was still not injured and full of energy.
Luo Han reminded him in a roundabout way: "You forgot, you still need to drink medicine at night? The leader said that the soup and medicine are twice a day, so you can't cut corners. Today's first medicine is too late, and it will be ready in the afternoon, but This one can't be saved at night."
Luo Han's words are euphemistic, but the meaning is very clear. Ling Qingxiao must take medicine at night, and this medicine has a sleep aid effect after taking it.
In other words, Ling Qingxiao resting in bed at night is an objective condition, far from being able to not sleep if he doesn't want to. Ling Qingxiao thought of this and fell silent.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Luo Han reminded him again: "By the way, there are also external medicines. The external medicines are applied twice a day, after you take the medicine, it will take effect right after you fall asleep."
Ling Qingxiao was frequently stimulated. When he heard that he was going to apply the medicine after he fell asleep, he blurted out, "No way."
"What's wrong?" Luo Han asked.
Nothing works. Ling Qingxiao took a deep breath and said, "Thank you for the decoction today, and I can come later. Could you please give me the prescription for the decoction?"
Luo Han frowned and said, "But you are still injured..."
"I'm much better." Although Ling Qingxiao's tone was light, the surprise in it was very firm, "Thank you."
Luo Han can only do what he wants. She gave him the smashing medicine prescribed by the leader, and she went outside to make medicine. Ling Qingxiao proposed that he come to decoct the medicine, but Luo Han pressed him back unceremoniously after he started talking.
This morning, the injured person who was still in a coma from exhaustion, what can he do.
It takes a long time to decoct the medicine. When Luo Han came back with the medicine, Ling Qingxiao had already pounded the medicine and even changed his clothes.
This suit has a stand-up collar, corseted waist, and narrow sleeves. It is a powerful white suit. It is not as elegant as the previous wide-sleeved dark clothes, but it adds a lot of heroic and murderous aura. When Luo Han saw this suit, the first thing that came to mind was that it was too tight and too many buttons to take off.
It's over, her brain has been contaminated with waste.
Luo Han quickly cleared up those strange thoughts and asked casually, "Why did you think of changing clothes?"
"During the battle, wearing long sleeves is too cumbersome."
"But you haven't applied the medicine yet. Now that you have changed your clothes, what should you do with the medicine for a while?"
Ling Qingxiao lowered her head and coughed lightly. She opened her eyes and said, "I have already applied the medicine."
Luo Han was surprised and hurried to look at the medicine jar. Sure enough, it was empty, and even the pestle had been cleaned. Luo Han didn't know what to say for a while, she paused and said, "The leader clearly said that he should drink the medicine first, and then apply the medicine."
"It's almost the same." Ling Qingxiao sat down at the table and said straightly, "The two medicines are very close in time, so there should be no difference in the order of switching."
Luo Han stopped for a long time and looked at Ling Qingxiao with a new look.
Ling Qingxiao was uncomfortable with such eyes, he clenched his fist and coughed, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay." Although Luo Han shook his head, his eyes were burning, as if he could see through people, "I just can't imagine that such words came from your mouth."
A person with obsessive-compulsive disorder and detail control, who needs to study and understand whether to walk with the left foot first or the right foot first, will one day be able to say that there is no difference in changing the order of drinking medicine. Is this still the Ling Qingxiao she knew
Ling Qingxiao also felt embarrassed, but due to the effect of the drug, Luo Han was even more embarrassed to apply the medicine to him. By comparison, these little imprecisions are nothing.
Luo Han let out a "tsk" and felt something unusual. But she didn't say anything, quietly brought the medicine to the table and let Ling Qingxiao drink it.
This time Luo Han didn't give any more medicine. Although he only took one dose, the effect of this medicine was immediate. Ling Qingxiao's spirit was much better than in the morning. Although his complexion is still poor now, he is already pale after being injured, at least it is no longer like the morning, often making Luo Han worried that he will fall asleep completely.
Ling Qingxiao scooped the concoction with a spoon, Luo Han watched him drink the medicine, and chatted by the way: "You can go to bed and rest at ease. I'm going to practice tonight. Not only tonight, but every day in the future."
Ling Qingxiao just picked up the spoon with her fingers, and when she heard this, she put it back into the bowl and looked at Luo Han in surprise: "Why?"
"No reason." Luo Han whispered, "I want to become stronger as soon as possible."
Ling Qingxiao's expression was slightly serious, and even her eyes changed: "What's wrong?"
Did she meet something outside
"There's nothing, don't think about it." Luo Han was afraid that he would misunderstand, and said quickly, "I just want to become stronger, and I don't want to hurt you again."
No one can deny that Ling Qingxiao is very strong, and his combat power has almost no shortcomings. However, it is strange that he is always injured, and it is obvious that Luo Han is the weaker in all aspects.
When Ling Qingxiao heard these words, the expression on her face was startled. Seeing that he didn't say anything, Luo Han asked, "What's wrong? You don't believe I can do it?"
Ling Qingxiao recovered, shook her head and said, "No."
For some reason, he felt an inexplicable sense of loss, as if something had left him. Ling Qingxiao sighed, "The child has grown up."
child? Luo Han was extremely uncomfortable hearing this description. She snorted and did not hide her displeasure at all: "You think I'm young, but you can't disrespect my mind. I'm an adult."
"Okay, I was wrong." Ling Qingxiao admitted her mistake with a good attitude, and immediately changed her mind. Although he said this, he actually didn't have much sense of reality in his heart. After all, for a person who lived for a thousand years, it really made no difference whether Luo Han was eighteen or nineteen.
If Ling Qingxiao lost something. Luo Han used to be lazy in the past. It's not that she didn't work hard, but she was willing to work hard only if others forced her. In the blink of an eye, she has changed, becoming proactive and sensible, as if she no longer needs to be urged by others.
Ling Qingxiao should have felt relieved, but for some reason, a subtle sense of displeasure appeared in his heart.
After Ling Qingxiao finished speaking, he didn't move for a long time. Seeing that the medicine soup was about to get cold, Luo Han reminded him in a low voice: "Drink the medicine first, the effect will not be good if the medicine is cold."
Ling Qingxiao recovered, put down the spoon, raised the bowl and drank the concoction. The effect of the medicine was onset very fast, and Ling Qingxiao felt the feeling of dizziness again. Everything in front of him seemed to be floating. Luo Han's face was reflected in the light, which was especially unreal.
Maybe Luo Han didn't know, but he actually hated this feeling of being completely out of control.
Luo Han saw that his eyes were gradually not right, and knowing that the effect of the medicine had begun, he got up and helped him to lie back on the bed. After Luo Han put him away, just as he moved, his wrist was suddenly grasped by a cold hand.
Luo Han was taken aback by his sudden attack. He is now unconscious and unable to control himself very well. Instead, his emotional reactions are real. The strength on his fingers is not small, Luo Han can't pull his wrist out, he can only sigh and say, "I'm not leaving, I'm just going to get you a thin blanket."
The strength in Ling Qingxiao's hand still did not loosen, Luo Han gave up, sat back in his original position, and whispered, "Don't worry, I will not leave. I will always guard you."
Ling Qingxiao seemed to finally be at ease, unable to withstand the effects of the medicine any longer, and gradually fell asleep. Even tough people are vulnerable when they are sick. What's more, Ling Qingxiao was actually very afraid of being abandoned.
Luo Han sighed. The original family and childhood experiences are the shadows that a person can't get rid of all his life. The childhood he was replaced, his father who always ignored him, and the two mothers who both loved the other child, really brought Ling Qingxiao indelible. shadow.
Luo Han even felt that Su Yifang and Bai Lingluan also contributed a lot to Ling Qingxiao's stubborn, indifferent and heartless appearance in the future.
Luo Han originally planned to wait for Ling Qingxiao to fall asleep before pulling out, but she really underestimated the vigilance of a dragon clan. Luo Han moved a little, and Ling Qingxiao's fingers instinctively tightened. In the end, Luo Han couldn't pull out his wrist, so he could only use this posture to call out the Tiandao panel in the bracelet.
No matter how loud the slogan is, the journey of a thousand miles still has to start from the first step.
Luo Han knew that spiritual power was only a temporary means for her to protect herself. What she wanted to cultivate was never spiritual power and magic. Her real power is the law, but the word “law” sounds simple, but it is actually very mysterious and elusive. For the current Luo Han, time and space are just general concepts.
She didn't know the principle or the principle of the change of time and space, so she could only try to find out the law based on the existing phenomenon. But thinking about it, I know that this is not the right way at all. What she is doing now is tantamount to elementary school students learning quantum mechanics through online pheasant tutorials.
Oh no, she doesn't even have a pheasant tutorial, she's all guessing.
As the saying goes, the master leads the door, and the practice depends on the individual, but whether there is someone to lead the way, and who leads the way, can almost determine the upper limit of the practice.
Luo Han really couldn't guess why, so she could only hope for the novice tutorial prepared by her parents for her. Luo Han's Heavenly Dao panel was actually just a novice tutorial prepared by her parents to get her used to her Heavenly Dao ability. When Luo Han opened the panel, at first glance he found that the time had changed.
The time in the panel has become the Middle Ages. She tried to retrieve the things from the Apocalypse Era, and sure enough, it has completely disappeared.
Time is like a river, we can only move forward without looking back. The past cannot be changed, and the future cannot be foreseen. Even Luo Han cannot see the future world.
That is to say, after they disappear, she has absolutely no way of knowing what will happen to the Apocalypse Era.
It is useless to think about these now. The most urgent task is to improve the strength first. When her strength becomes stronger, she doesn't have to worry about what happens to Tiangong, the Demon Race, or the male and female protagonists. If she is not strong, she can't even go back to Tian Qiji, so how can she solve the problem.
Luo Han didn't care about the Apocalypse Era anymore, but called up the search interface and devoutly laid down "How to Cultivate the Law".
There were few results. Luo Han clicked on the one that most resembled a tutorial, and found that it was vague. The tutorial also doesn't know what the law is, but it only says that after a long time, it will gradually become clear.
Look, does this speak human words
In fact, we can't blame Luo Han's parents, that is, the Tao of Heaven in another world. Because there is no way to calculate the age of Tian, for Tian Dao, after living for a long time, he gradually realizes the power of heaven and earth, the origin of the world. But you ask him to say what the law is, and he can't tell.
Luo Han clicked in turn, and sure enough, it was no surprise that there was no help in the Tiandao panel. It seems that we still have to find a master to learn divine power systematically and comprehensively.
If it was in the Apocalypse, Luo Han would probably have nothing to do, because the last ancient god in the world had also died, and only Luo Han was left in the divine domain. Who could she ask if she wanted to? But in the Middle Ages, perhaps, she could try.
Luo Han unexpectedly remembered that this morning, she saw Nu Wa flying through the sky in the woods. Nuwa is still alive, so there must be many gods active in the outside world.
Luo Han had the idea of looking for other gods in her heart, but she looked at the person who was sleeping peacefully in front of her, and suppressed the idea for the time being. Ling Qingxiao is still recovering from her injuries, and everything will have to wait for him to recover.
Luo Han watched for a while, and the sleepiness gradually swept over. After all, she is not an immortal who used to meditate since childhood, nor does she have the steel-like willpower of Ling Qingxiao. Her living habits are actually closer to those of mortals.
Luo Han has been accustomed to eight hours of sleep for nineteen years, and now he is about to be ugly, how could he not be sleepy
Luo Han nodded little by little, and finally fell to the side of the bed and fell asleep completely. Her head just fell on Ling Qingxiao's hand, Ling Qingxiao woke up from the drowsy darkness, his fingers moved, just touching some furry touch.
Ling Qingxiao supported her body and lowered her head, and found that Luo Han was leaning on his hand, already asleep. At this time, Ling Qingxiao noticed that he had been holding Luo Han's wrist.
No wonder he fell asleep leaning here, it turned out to be his fault.
Ling Qingxiao carefully released her hand and took her palm away from her. After regaining her freedom, Ling Qingxiao moved her stiff wrist, and her figure suddenly fell to the ground, not even the fine dust on the ground was disturbed.
Luo Han seemed to be sleeping soundly, but this position was not very comfortable, even when he was sleeping, his eyebrows were slightly twisted. Ling Qingxiao gently picked up Luo Han, put her on the bed, and pulled a thin blanket from the side to cover her.
When Ling Qingxiao leaned over to pull the blanket, when he lowered his head, he saw Luo Han's sleeping face appearing in front of him defenselessly. With her eyes closed, her skin white and her neck slender, she lay innocent and harmless on the bed, looking defenseless.
Ling Qingxiao sighed silently from the bottom of her heart, she was too big-hearted. Is she so defenseless and fell asleep in front of another man
In fact, sometimes Ling Qingxiao will be surprised. In Luo Han's heart, what does she think of him? Teacher, friend, or father and brother
Ling Qingxiao gently covered Luo Han with the blanket, she seemed to have finally adjusted to a comfortable position, her brows quickly stretched out, and she fell into a deep sleep.
A slight smile appeared on Ling Qingxiao's lips.
He put Luo Han away while he went outside to practice. In fact, no one else was watching in the yard. Even if they had to live together for a short time due to the situation, no one else would know about it after they left here. But others don't know, doesn't mean he can do it.
Men and women are different, so don't be abrupt.
Ling Qingxiao meditated in the yard, the moonlight shining on him, a hazy white light appeared. He is cold, and the cold environment is more conducive to his cultivation. Moonlight, water, and glaciers are all listed here. The moonlight contains the essence of moonflower, which is the essence of the natural sun and moon, which is of great help to cultivators, especially him.
The moon in the Middle Ages was closer to the ground, and the energy in the moonlight became more abundant, much higher than that of the Apocalypse. Moreover, the Middle Ages was indeed the era of the outbreak of species, and the spiritual energy was extremely rich and pure. One day of cultivation here is comparable to five days of cultivation before him.
That is to say, with the same amount of time and energy, the growth rate of his cultivation base will become five times as fast as before.
How could Ling Qingxiao miss such an opportunity at the right time and place? His injuries are not yet healed, especially internal injuries, and every time he runs the spiritual energy, he will feel a dull pain. But compared to his improved cultivation, this little pain is really nothing to mention.
Luo Han was woken up by the sound of chickens crowing. It was a little cold outside today, Luo Han tugged at the quilt, and vaguely heard a squeaking sound not far away. Luo Han thought about what time it was, why would anyone keep chickens? She turned over and knocked on the edge of the bed when her hand fell, which woke her up suddenly.
She remembered that she was not in modern times, nor in Tiangong, but during the chaotic medieval war. The way of life in the Middle Ages was still very simple, and every household kept chickens to announce the dawn.
Luo Han opened his eyes in a daze, and what he saw was a low, plain bed, the wooden windows were covered with screens, the light outside was dim, and the voice was pattering.
It's raining.
She was lying on the bed, and Ling Qingxiao was gone. Luo Han was startled and hurriedly sat up. She had just made a sound here when there was a sound outside the door.
Ling Qingxiao pushed open the door and entered. Following his movements, a moist and cool wind swept into the house, bringing the cool smell unique to rainy days. Ling Qingxiao saw Luo Han still in bed, stopped at the door, and didn't go in any further: "You're awake."
Luo Han sat up and moved his muscles slightly: "Why am I here?"
Shouldn't she be guarding Ling Qingxiao? Why did the two of them switch positions, so that she was lying on the bed and Ling Qingxiao was waiting for her
Ling Qingxiao said, "You fell asleep last night. I was afraid that you would be uncomfortable, so I put you on the bed."
Luo Han sighed, she still fell asleep. It is really difficult to practice all night.
If Luo Han was alone, Luo Han would have to stay in bed for a while. Lying in bed on a rainy day is a thing full of happiness, but there is still Ling Qingxiao in the courtyard... Forget it.
Luo Han got out of bed at an unprecedented agile speed, Ling Qingxiao had already avoided it, she finished grooming and hair in the room before opening the door. It was raining outside the door, and water droplets fell from the eaves like broken silver beads. The rainy day casts a layer of fog on everything, and the green hills in the distance are blurred behind the rain curtain, like an ink painting.
The idyllic mountain village in the rain, the air is unbelievably good, staying here, even the heart seems to become quiet. Luo Han was thinking about Ling Qingxiao's injury. As soon as she woke up, she was going to decoction. Ling Qingxiao stopped her and said, "It's raining outside."
"You have to boil the medicine even if it's raining." Luo Han insisted, "Twice in the morning and evening, you can't ignore it."
Ling Qingxiao looked up at the sky and suddenly said, "Give me the medicine stove."
Luo Han thought what he was going to do, and finally saw him holding a stone pot for decoction, and looked around. Luo Han raised his heart and carefully asked for confirmation: "Is there any problem with the pot?"
"No." Ling Qingxiao's expression was flat, and he said something that didn't match his expression at all, "This is the first time I saw Kun Lingbi's real body, I couldn't help but take a few more glances."
Luo Han looked at the unremarkable, unpretentious stone pot and asked, "Could it be that this is also some kind of precious stone?"
"Yes. Kun Lingbi can only be formed in places where spiritual energy is rich and the soil contains medicinal effects for tens of thousands of years. It is a natural gathering of medicines and nourishing medicines. If you get a piece and bury it in the land of the medicine field, the whole field will contain the spiritual medicine. It will raise a rank." Ling Qingxiao said, sighing in a low voice, "I didn't expect that it can be directly used as a medicine stove. No wonder yesterday's medicinal properties were so good."
Not only is the elixir good, the stone pot for decoction should not be underestimated.
Luo Han was in awe of the seemingly dilapidated courtyard in front of him. An ordinary medicine stove is a priceless treasure. How many antiques are there
Is it true that she was born in Baoshan without knowing it